Melted Flowers, Melted Friendships

Chapter I: "Rendezvous"

NOTE: The original story and the original characters that appear are not mine. They solely belong to their rightful authors, Je-Ho Son and Kwang-Su Lee. Keep in mind that this fanfic has been made after the events that took place in the webcomic, NOT the anime adaptation. Enjoy reading and have a wonderful day, everyone! (๑•́ ₃ •̀๑)

~Kyru out ฅ•ω•ฅ

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   "When you reach the end of your rope, tie a knot in it and hang on." –Franklin D. Roosevelt

   Lifeless screams rang in the hallways of the building, hollow echoes following. Calls for help, pleas for mercy. Desperate beings trying to hold onto their tiny, innocent lives, taken by fiery bullets and bloody bats. Military soldiers rumbling the halls, executing each and every living being in the facility, only to find their heads at the level of their feet as soon as they fired gunshots. Crimson scratches painted their chests, their torsos, their hands and legs lying detached on the cold floor. Tongues were taken out, eyeballs popped out with throbbing veins, leaving the blood bathe the rooms, the hallways, their clothes and cold, pale skin.

   A loud ringing sound echoed in their empty minds. Once. Twice. Thrice. The lockdown alarm was the only thing heard in the building's halls. All the rooms were wide opened, with blood staining the white-tiled floors and walls. But a certain room had to remain locked. A place with no windows, no light aside from a red palpating flash and nothing useful for a possible escapade.
   A creature lying down on an operation table. A small, young girl. The only living being in the entire facility. The biggest failure that could ever exist in the history of the Union.

   Her ears rang from the noises made by the alarm, her limbs twitching and her head turning sideways. Her mind couldn't process the meaning of the muffled noise she was hearing, nor the strong smell of blood that set in every corner of every room, hall and even in the ventilation.
   It felt hard to breathe in the scent of blood, along with the minimum of oxygen left in the room. She could feel a burning pain in the pit of her chest, as her lungs twisted inside her. It didn't take long until she snapped her eyes open, gasping for the fresh air she thought she would receive.
   Her empty eyes fixed on the ceiling in an attempt to breathe again, her back arching slightly, but all she could breathe in was the suffocating smell of sweat, blood and chemicals.
   She then settled, her bounds pulling her body back on the table as her lungs adapted to the scents dominating the room. Her head turned to the left, then to the right, confusion resting upon her face, that was soon replaced with shock and desperation. A cold tremor went down her spine, as all of her thoughts scattered the moment she realized where she was and what was happening.
   The girl opened her mouth, taking a big, harsh breath. She wanted to scream, in hopes that someone would hear her, but she was too weak to even move, instead letting out a pained whimper. The bruises painting her body were the proof of the pain that was overwhelming her, feeling nauseous and more dizzy than she was already from morphine. However, she found enough strength to move and try to free herself from the ropes bounding her body to the cold, operation table.

   All she knew was that she had to get out of that place, out of that room. That was her only chance to leave the place that made her life a nightmare, a hell on Earth. Though her efforts were useless, she didn't stop, arching her back as much as she could in order to loosen the ropes' grip. But it was all for nothing. She settled once again, her limbs twitched as her back touched the cold table, shivering at the thousands of thoughts she tried so hard to not think about. But her objective kept her sane and hopeful.

   One person was passing through her mind; one person she always thought of so dearly.

   Her head tilted. She pricked up her ears at the sudden sound of steps coming from outside her room. And nothing but panic took over the young girl's mind, scattering her thoughts again. Her body froze immediately, her eyes fixed on the metallic door of her room. Her heartbeats went up to her neck, her body starting now to shake as the steps were getting louder. Louder. And louder.
   She felt her body starting to shake, but not because of the coldness that set in the room. Fear was taking over her mind, her panic increasing, making her heart beat faster and faster with every step heard.
   Her eyes widened to the point of popping out. She had suddenly felt scents she never did before. The sweet smell of peach. The gentle fragrance of freesia. The refreshing scent of pine.